Yesterday was teach Hillary How to cook and clean like a proud Dixie Housewife Day. My friends here have claimed that yours truly has spent too much time out of Dixie and has been corrupted by the dirty Yankees (quite literally I may add). It started with cleaning techniques. Not the reasonable pick shit up and put it n the same vincity of where it goes but rather the time consuming and exhausting move everything out of the way and actually clean method. Or the more aptly demonstrate while Hillary watches method. I watched for about 4 whole hours. At the end I was sufficiently exhausted and was all ready to order a pizza and play World of Warcraft. But alas, Said friend wanted to COOK a meal. My experience with cooking started at an early age at school but ended when I went up "north". I have forgotten almost everything. I am not even sure how long it took to make a meal of homemade biscuits fried chicken and peach cobbler and a bunch of other stuff. My protests that "up North" we have things called restraunts that we can go to where we can be served and they will do all the grunt work were met with...Hillary you are a southern woman, if you want a man...
Finally dinner was finished 2 and something hours later. As we all sat down it was discussed if the days lesson had been successful.
"It is a start, we can go into more depth on Saturday."